"Tch. I believe I may have inadvertently ingested something Tharja made."

"No. I don't think so," Eirika answered rather directly. At least she hadn't seen him. And she couldn't picture the gala being something he'd want to be a part of. Likely too noisy and unruly for the grand and gallant Prince of Frelia.

When she tried to imagine him in such a setting, she couldn't resist giving a smile. Then she followed Henry's gaze over to the table of pastries and candies. "You like sweet food, Henry?" she asked him with interest.